Capitalist Young Lady Moves All Family Wealth to Accompany the Army to the Border

Su Jiaojiao was the eldest daughter of a capitalist family, and even the vicious ex-wife of Fu Jingchen. After learning that Fu Jingchen was severely injured during a mission and would never wake u...

Chapter 188 Write it however I'm told (2/2)

"Don't talk nonsense!" Su Zhiyuan said anxiously.

"Write it however I tell you to write it!" Su Jiaojiao frowned.

The enemy agent lurking in the military region has extremely strong counter-surveillance capabilities.

And they never fall for it.

This left them completely at a loss.

Therefore, Lu Wenshan is the only breakthrough point now.

Now we'll see if, after Su Zhiyuan deceived Lu Wenshan, she'll rush to write to that person to inquire.

Su Zhiyuan wanted to refute, but he didn't dare to say it.

He could see that even the Fu family listened to their daughter.

"Okay, okay, I'll listen to Jiaojiao." Su Zhiyuan felt quite wronged; what had he done wrong?

They actually treated him like this.

To this day, he has never even called me "father".

His relationship with his daughter was only slightly better than that of a stranger.

Su Jiaojiao didn't really care about his thoughts: "You won't get the answer if you just ask her directly."

Lu Wenshan has lived two lives after all; even if she's stupid, she can still be a little bit smart.

"I understand." Su Zhiyuan sighed, always feeling that he was Su Jiaojiao's son.

"Alright, go write at that desk. Lu Yi went to assist with the surgery and won't be back for a while." Su Jiaojiao pointed to Lu Yi's desk. "Once you're done writing, it'll be almost time for us to get off work. Come with me to my in-laws' house later; we'll have lunch there."

Hearing her words, which were devoid of any emotional fluctuation, Su Zhiyuan obediently nodded.

He walked to Lu Yi's desk, picked up paper and pen, and began to reply to the letter.

He certainly deliberated for a while before putting pen to paper.

He would write a few words and then look up at Su Jiaojiao.

However, Su Jiaojiao never looked up at him from beginning to end.

In the past few days, the foundation has found a host organization, started recruiting staff, and officially opened for business.

Of course, the first donation will be for a scholarship fund for children in impoverished mountainous areas.

Su Jiaojiao brought out all the management methods from later generations.

First, have people conduct in-depth visits, then register them.

There are so many children here who need this money, we can't be careless.

This money must be used for children who need it.

After writing the letter, Su Zhiyuan hesitated for a long time before handing it to Su Jiaojiao: "Jiaojiao, take a look, is this okay?"

Su Jiaojiao took it and glanced at it: "Just say I was shot and died, otherwise, how could Lu Wenshan dare to let her guard down?"

"This, this isn't good!" Su Zhiyuan stammered. "Jiaojiao, you can't curse yourself like that."

"It's alright, I'm tough." Su Jiaojiao insisted. "If I weren't tough enough, I would have been sent to the countryside and died a miserable death long ago because of your wife."

In the original story, the original owner died a truly tragic death.

And this cheapskate father, instead of investigating how the original owner died, lived a very happy life.

It makes me angry just thinking about it.

It is absolutely unforgivable.

"I, I'll write!" Su Zhiyuan straightened his back, but he couldn't stand up straight in front of his daughter and instead bent over.

It's his fault for doing something wrong.

Let's make it up to them!

Fu Jingchen came to pick up Su Jiaojiao from get off work. When he saw Su Zhiyuan there, he simply nodded as a greeting.

Their attitudes were surprisingly similar to Su Jiaojiao's.

However, Su Zhiyuan stepped forward and tugged at Fu Jingchen's sleeve: "Jingchen, when can I go back to Shanghai?"

I need to go back and see my parents.

“Resolve Lu Wenshan’s matter,” Fu Jingchen and Su Jiaojiao said at the same time.

Su Zhiyuan: "..."

Forget it, better not to ask.